Thanks!
it’s no secret i’ve been in a funk lately. with the changes at my office i’m losing all the things important to me. go here to read the latest. feel free to send me sympathy ice-cream–i like chocolate peanut butter the best.
daisy, who did you think i meant…me? she’s got a future in pug porn:
i tried to get a better shot, but at that point she was more into role playing–who am i to judge? i introduce you to kitty pug:
urban princess and i went to a super bowl party at a friend of a friend’s house yesterday. the hostess, katie, was very sweet to let us all come over. it was because of her hospitality that i behaved myself. early in the evening, she walked across the room with her pink ipod in hand. in typical football fashion i wanted to throw my body across the room, tackle her, and intercept the beautiful ipod. BUT, since i was a guest in her home i didn’t.
there was a new guy in the midst, a very, very smart new guy. he noticed i was wearing pink ‘roos, and commented how great they were. i think he almost believed me when i mentioned they made me run faster and jump higher. in fact, i almost believed myself.
the game was interesting enough, but i was really there to see prince and sadly no nipple was shown this year. i do appreciate a good nipple to break up the monotony of football…
i had a great time, and was lucky enough to sample some very tasty chocolate espresso beer. needless to say, i was in heaven.
..which on one hand makes spring closer and that makes me very happy, but on the other hand it means it’s time to worry about valentine’s day and the fact i don’t have a date or even a prospect of a date. valentine’s day is one of my favorite holidays, obviously because of the pink factor. i know it’s a silly, cheesy holiday, but i love it all the same.
midge and i used to go out to dinner and give one another gifts when we didn’t have boyfriends. midge is married and with child so i don’t see that happening this year. totally sucks, since i love vday gifts–buying them, and receiving them alike. i wonder if it’s inappropriate to give them to ex boyfriends, especially since i’ve been working on this:
i’ve always wanted to spend a week sunning myself at the betty ford clinic. i’ve been saying this for years, probably years before i knew it wasn’t so much a relaxing day spa for sober women, but a grueling rehab for drunken women.
while my grocery list doesn’t exactly qualify me for a trip to the betty, it certainly gets me closer–one day at a time!!
this truck was parked outside my s-bux. i’m really hoping they just popped in for directions and not coffee. otherwise i have to find a new corporate chain of coffee shops to support, one that doesn’t serve nascar fans.
sometimes when i have a really bad day i turn into a retard. today, was one of those days.
i got home from hell work but couldn’t get into my apartment. i drove home with my keys but when i got to my front door they were gone. i spent 20 minutes outside in the cold looking for them. i didn’t find them on the ground, i found them here:
i think it’s time for a glass or three of wine and a nice long tubby in my tub that actually drains! thanks to ddr for introducing me to the magic crystals that make cute noises when they kill devil babies.
the health insurance my office provides give us the benefit of 3 massages a month. i haven’t been for a while, but the boys still go. i kinda got grossed out last time i went and i could hear ak in the room next to me. i do not want to be naked listening to co-workers talking–i’d much rather keep that nightmare material.
over lunch today, pmk informed us he keeps his underwear on for massages. i was shocked, possibly because i’m single and take my clothes off any chance i get! so pmk has promised to take off his undies if that’s what the majority of people do.
vote, and get pmk naked!